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My name is Paranom now
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #32,896
Peak in subgenre #20,965
Author
K-Skandaluz
Rights
2003 Illegally Ill Records
Uploaded
September 21, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
*Hit you hard, you'll see the future of your wackness
With flames I'll exile you to Patmos //
- The words 'future' and 'Patmos' are related because in the Bible, John got exiled to an island called Patmos where he recieved the prophecy of the 2nd Coming of Jesus Christ.
*Length of my bicep is 10 feet tall
Throw it with force and crash you to a brick wall //
15 to 30 feet high, 12 to 20 feet wide
1500 miles long, you died //
Then I'll uppercut you, hard fist to face
So hard that you'll see your blood from space //
The lines after I say 'brick wall' are the descriptions of the Great Wall of China. The height is 15-30 feet tall, as it rises and falls, and it's 12 to 20 feet wide as the width increases and decreases. When I say 'Then I'll uppercut you, hard fist to face...so hard you'll see your blood from space' it means that you'll see blood stains on the Great Wall because it's a fact that it's possible to see a little bit of the Great Wall just above the atmosphere.
Lyrics
I diagnos this as a Holocaust
You're lost, here's the skill of a true polyglot //
With ill rhymes, I penetrate your hard blocks
You're more hypocritical than cats at Pentecost //
With rhymes embossed, raised relief to the surface
If I injected this in your brain, you couldn't learn this //
I'm anxious to rip you to pieces
Bother you more than landlords on leases //
Master thesis, kick a rhyme to kill you
NH3 fumes flowin out of windpipe tubes //
Then without further ado
I'll prove to you that your rhymes are more chicken than BBQs //
You ain't a bantu, rollin down avenues
Flashin bling, I got C4 for C02 //
Rap it out against this wack cat named Nola
Trap you in a supernova while I drink a cola //
You think you're gangsta? You prolly live in Minnesota
Or drinkin Pina Coladas in Hispaniola //
1300 streams in 4 months
I had 2,138, so what //
More electrolytes than alkaline
Strip you naked, put you in a box with porcupines //
I smite a 3rd of your rhymes
And make you breath harder than fat boys runnin from baseline to baseline //
Watch as I align, the lines to this rhyme
With ill tactic, I fire the turbines //
Then turn benign after crackin your spine
Taken rap back? You better sit down, resign //
I'll redesign, the structure in your bones
Take out your joints, fill you up with rods and cones //
You'll be constantly watched, dog you're owned
Your rhymes spark only from flickin flintstones //
I got Down's Syndrome in the wristbones
From takin emcee DNA with microphones //
Rhymes raise from Hell to Earth's ozone
I'm homegrown, call me rap's conerstone //
Hit you hard, you'll see the future of your wackness
With flames I'll exile you to Patmos //
Inhalations of certain constellations
Spit cosmics, stop your blood's circulation //
Pacin back and forth in isolation
You better than me? That's a miscalculation //
No concentration, you're runnin amuck
I write in vaccums to tell you that you suck //
Rhyme in angles, obtuse and acute
Skew, I'm the illest there's no need to argue //
Like Illuminatis, I control you
I rhyme better as far as I can throw you //
So call me Mike Vick throwin Nerf balls
10 pounds in weight, the size of butterballs //
Length of my bicep is 10 feet tall
Throw it with force and crash you to a brick wall //
15 to 30 feet high, 12 to 20 feet wide
1500 miles long, you died //
Then I'll uppercut you, hard fist to face
So hard that you'll see your blood from space //
You're a disgrace, flood your eyes with mace
Kill you in Harlem, grenade at your wake //
Rip the pin out throw it inside your death case
Then drown you in acid that oxilates //
So in case you don't know, Skandaluz can flow
With the velocity of the great Bambino //
Nola is as fake as Miss Cleo
I'm wearin cestus, killin all with cerebros //
